Antiviral is about an evolution in the way people view celebrity. Placed in a future bathed in clean white settings, the film centers on Syd, a salesman at a popular clinic, where the commodity is live infections taken from celebs. A celeb gets sick with whatever—herpes, the flu, etc.—and sells their virus to the clinic for a price, who in turn sells it back to super fans who want to be as close to the celeb as possible.

Gross, right? Imagine paying to be injected with Kim Kardashian’s … whatever. Anyway, things get even more complicated, as it turns out Syd works with a friend who runs a “celebrity meat” butcher shop (cells from celebs are used to grow “steaks” that fans can buy and eat) that’s also a black market business for the viruses. And when Syd steals a deadly virus from a beautiful young star, it turns out he’s interfering with a much larger plan.

Director Brandon Cronenberg’s work is clearly influenced by dad (David)’s sick and twisted visions. It’s a beautifully done cautionary tale bathed in horror. Be prepared for lots of poking, prodding, needles, and bizarrely disgusting human tissue creations.

It’s not covered in blood and gore and the horror is more subtle and cerebral  but given the stark white backgrounds, you can imagine that when the blood happens — it like, HAPPENS. In a big way. And that last shot. Oh man. SO UNCOMFORTABLE!   


Evil Dead (2013)

Evil Dead 2013

{Cross-posted to Three Imaginary Girls}

Holy shit you guys. Holy. Shit. I was really hoping the Evil Dead reboot would be awesome, but I had no expectations that it would be as fantastically amazing as it turned out to be. As a horror fan, I gotta tell you that this is one of the finest examples of the genre that I’ve ever seen. Ever.

Fans of the original don’t need to be worried—it’s not a straight-up remake. It’s more of a reboot that uses the basics of The Evil Dead story as a starting point to create a new legend, combined with some really clever nods to Raimi’s work. Which include a new take on his signature camera moves and some great twists on everything you loved about the 1981 flick.

The opening sequence sets you up for the glorious splatter that follows in a surprisingly original way. And you probably know the rest, more or less: five friends head to a cabin in order to help their heroin-addicted friend Mia (Jane Levy, I will never be able to look at you on Suburgatory the same way again) dry out. The group includes Mia’s somewhat estranged brother, David (Shiloh Fernandez); his blonde girlfriend, Natalie; dark-haired nurse Olivia, and bespectacled hipster-nerd Eric. (more…)


Joining the list of horror movies that are a whole lotta fun is James Gunn’s Slither, which combines laughs with over-the-top special F/X that rival even Cronenberg’s grossest creations.

Michael Rooker stars as Grant Grant (ha!), the wealthiest man in small town whose hot wife, Starla, is the envy of everyone else, in particular police chief Bill Pardy — played by my favorite guy ever in the history of ever, Nathan Fillion.

Unfortunately, Grant stumbles upon a sticky alien thing which promptly infects him, and then sets out trying to turn the rest of the town into zombies, which eventually adhere themselves to Grant Grant in a big, seething mass. Leading the viewers to say, along with Bill, “Well now, that is some fucked up shit.”

And it is. It really, really is. But even though there’s enough saliva, goop, entrails, teeth, bone, blobular body parts, guts, and disgusting pulsing worm creatures to cover 20 horror films, you’re still going to laugh your way through this one because it’s so. damn. funny.

Every line of dialog is clever. Everyone in the cast is perfect. And they don’t skimp on the buckets of blood and gore. Slither is absolutely one of my favorite hilarious horror movies ever, right up there with Evil Dead 2.

Highly recommended for horror fans and comedy fans alike – and if you haven’t seen Super (also directed by Gunn), you should check that out too.

The Fly

(I almost feel like I should apologize for choosing this photo – but it kind of says it all) 

The original The Fly with Vincent Price (not as the actual fly) was something I caught on TV when I was a kid, and I always thought it was super creepy and gross UNTIL I SAW CRONENBERG’S VERSION. Look, no one can do gross like this guy, and The Fly is probably his finest example of complete disgustingness.

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Here’s a recent gore flick that surprised me – The Ruins. If you examine the story too closely, you’re gonna find some big, gaping holes, but goodgoddamn this movie made me uncomfortable – which to me, means some good entertainment.

Here’s the tamest scene I could come up with that still relates the super-squirmy feel of every gory scene.

In addition to the awesomely realistic looking blood, this definitely has some of the best foley work I’ve ever witnessed. Just re-watching a little bit for this post made me hurt.